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The newspapers, eager for something which would take the minds of their readers off the capitulation to the Master, made tremendous play with the explosions.
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WAR BETWEEN THE PLANETS! ran one headline.
WAR IN SPACE, screamed another.
NUCLEAR WAR IN THE HEAVENS, cried a third.
IS A NEW GALAXY BORN, questioned a fourth.
DID A PLANET BLOW UP? demanded both the London and the New York
Times.
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Tidings of the explosions poured into Z5 headquarters together with demands for an explanation. At Cape Kennedy, Houston, Woomera and Jodrell Bank as well as space centres in Russia and China, reporters hurled question after question at scientists who could explain little if anything.
Palfrey assessed all the reports, as slowly and deliberately as he could.
Joyce stayed, to help.
Stefan Andromovitch was in hourly touch from Moscow. Others were in hourly touch from New York, Tokyo, Peking, in fact all the world's capitals. Palfrey made no statement but waited until midday passed, and there was no word from the Master. He held on until midnight, and when there was still no word he sent messages in code to all the governments of the world. Could they have delegates, ready to listen to a shortwave broadcast he would make from Z5 headquarters at twelve noon, next dayâBritish Standard Time. Only half an hour before noon did he call Joyce, Maddern and some department leaders to his apartment.
âI have news,' he said evenly. âBetter news than any of us dared hope. I can tell you that the space explosions were started off by the destruction of the manmade satellite Nega, which set off a series of chain reaction explosions in its own family of satellites. Nega was the planet from which the
Nega
waves struck the Earth and created barrenness among so many women. As I understood it from the ruler, called the Master, of Nega, the effect of the waves would last a year at most. Everything else he told me has proved true, and there is every reason to believe this is true, also. There is no danger to anyone not already affected, and after a year even those who were affected will be able to bear children again. I have not discovered how the waves caused the de-fertilising effect. I am convinced that the waves did come from a manmade galaxy, and I have every reason to believe that a similar attack could have been made from anywhere on Earth or in space.'
Even here, among these Z5 agents who dealt in their daily lives with threats and disaster, many were choked with emotion. When Palfrey made his sound broadcast, there was a strange sense of emotional reaction even among those who listened. As he finished, a call came for him from the American Ambassador in London.
âYes, Mr. Kerr?'
âIs this one hundred per cent certain, Palfrey?'
âYes, sir,' Palfrey stated.
âCan you tell me how the
Nega
satellite was destroyed?'
âNo, sir,' Palfrey answered.
âBut it is good enough to broadcast to the American people?'
âTo all people,' Palfrey assured him quietly. âI think it wants doing by national leaders. I hope our Prime Minister, possibly the Queen, will broadcast in England.'
He rang off, slowly.
A hundred people rang Z5, wanting to know the same thing as the American Ambassador, and once the news was brokenâin England by the Prime Ministerâthe Press wanted to know
how.
âWas it your doing, Palfrey?' A man asked at a crowded Press Conference in the Ãlite Hotel.
âHow was it done?'
âDid you know there was a chance?'
âDid you do it, Palfrey? If you did, you ought to tell the world.'
âYou owe it to the worldâ' a man began.
âAny debt I ever owed to the world I've paid,' Palfrey said heavily.
âNo one could ever pay the debt the world owes Palfrey,' a man called.
âAt last someone has some sense,' Joyce spoke very clearly.
Someone began to clap. Someone began to sing â
For he's a jolly good fellow'.
Everyone began to take up the refrain, in tens, in hundreds. The room was filled to overflowing and soon everyone was singing:
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For he's a jolly good fell-el-ow
And so say all of us!
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It was as if they had all become young again. And as naive as the Master.
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Afterwards, Palfrey, Joyce and Maddern were together in a room at the Ãlite Hotel, the first time they had been free since Palfrey had made the announcement. There was a curiously subdued mood while they ate cold ham and beef, melon and cheese and biscuits on a balcony which overlooked Green Park, the very spot from which Azran had taken off on her last flight.
âSap,' Joyce said, âdid Azran take the explosive up?'
Palfrey looked at her with pain in his eyes. Soon, he found his voice.
âI had expected to have to do it myself. I was fully prepared. Then the Master agreed that I could stay on Earth another week and that she should go back. She thought he feared that she was beginning to enjoy the fruits of the Earth too much. I would have gone,' he declared. âI would have blown you two up with it if that had been the only way. But it wasn't because the Master came to trust me.'
âSap,' Joyce said, huskily. âWe have to evolve, but his way wasn't even the right beginning. You know that. I wishâI wish with all my heart that you could help to look for the right way. You're always working against the megalomaniacs who think they've found it, but if anyone ever does find it, it will probably be you.'
Palfrey gave a funny little laugh.
âNot I,' he said. âI'm not a creator, even of ideas. I'm really the world's greatest obstructionist.' He began to twist a few strands of hair about his forefinger. âI don't believe I'll ever start anything,' he went on, âbut one day I might find a man or woman who has the right ideas. If ever I do I might be able to help them. Z5 might be able to, too.'
âI'm not so sure you're right,' Maddern said. âSap, I would just like to say thisâknowing you makes me feel there's much more hope for mankind than I'd ever dreamed.'
Joyce and Maddern married a few days later . . .
And nearly two years after they were married, Palfrey received a telegram:
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Stanislaus Alexander Maddern is now an hour old stop Mother and son both doing well will you please be his godfather?
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In a private ward at the Middlecombe Cottage Hospital Maggie Cray finished washing the baby, looked at it with love and then turned into the main maternity ward. There in a corner Jane Gunnison was nursing her newborn child, and others who had been among the first afflicted by
Nega
waves were suckling their young. In another room Belinda Compton was looking down at her firstborn, eager and happy, all the fears behind her, all the trials and the problems, the love and the pain, the pride and the heartache of motherhood ahead.
All over Britain and all over the world, children were being born again.
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